The Drive

Like I said, semi-emo night yesterday, Friday night, I'm all alone. Typical drama.

Actually, I wanted to write about "The Drive" home before but then suddenly I teringat makcik-makcik kat gym tu, geram pulak nak tulis pasal diorang.

So anyways, after gym, I went to Juiceworks to get me some juice. Yeah! I couldn't decide on what to order, then I came across this juice mix called Superstar. Ordered it without thinking twice, I didn't even know what fruit they sumbat-ed in there, I just like the name. Reminds me of someone:) Lepas tu terus tak emo dah.

Then I got to my car, pretentious juice called Superstar in the right hand, big ass gym bag in the other, fumbled with my car keys. Got into the car, gym bag, handbag and whatever bags in place, started the engine, got out of the towers.

Pastu emo balik.

HAHAHAHA!

You see, I work in KL, but my home is 37km away, ALL the way in the infamous city called Shah Alam. And YES, I still live with my parents. They built a nice house, for the family they say. And thanks to me for being an Asian, and not having to grow a penis plus a pair of balls, I wasn't allowed to move out. 

Yeah. Tried rebelling, but not worth the hassle. I WOULD 5 years ago, now too mature for that already. Plus, daddy's paying for petrol, so no complaints. OK. Sikit la. Toll mahal GILA OK! Unless I want to wake up at 5am every morning to beat the traffic and use the Federal Highway. No thanks. NOT a morning person.

So, sometimes, after a long day in the office, or too much working out in the gym, or one too many magic drinks, I just wished that I live 5 minutes away. But yesterday, for once, I actually enjoyed the long drive home.

First I got emo when I just got into the car, then I enjoyed the long drive home. You must be thinking that I'm some kinda psycho right? It's called PMS ya'll! Mood swings! Can't control it. At least the last mood to swing in was the I-Enjoy-Driving kinda mood:p

PMS aside, oh, btw, did I tell you I opted for Federal? OMG OMG OMG. It was 9.45pm when I left, it was a Friday so traffic is not too good, not too bad. So when I reached PJ, where the never ending crawl started, for don't know what reason, Andrea Corr's voice came through my car speakers singing Everybody Hurts. I HAVE NO IDEA how The Corrs CD got shoved in the CD player in the first place.

I started to feel the song, you go Andrea! Only a person who's been through the stories of the song can sing it with that kind of emotion. The guitar, percussions, violin, beautiful.

Winding down the car window, I lit a cigarette and just let the night's breeze mess my hair. Everytime Everybody Hurts ended, I hit the rewind button. Again and again (Sebab I tak tau repeat button kat mana. I read it in the manual before but I forgot). Hehe.

Then I started thinking, my crazy relationships' issues? As never ending as they may seem to torment me sometimes, they're not too bad. 

One more thing came to realization was that..not even once, the hardest, toughest, most painful moments of my life, that music did not appear around the corner to help me through.

EVERYBODY HURTS by THE CORRS

When your day is long
And the night
The night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough of this life
Well hang on

Don't let yourself go
Cause everybody cries
And everybody hurts
Sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along
(When your day is night alone)
Hold on, hold on
(If you feel like letting go)
Hold on
If you think you've had too much of this life
Well hang on

Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts

Don't throw your hand blow your heads
Oh, no
Don't throw your hand blow your heads (OK. This part is a bit too violent. Makes me laugh everytime:p)
When you feel like you're alone
No, no, no, you're not alone

If you're on your own
In this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much
Of this life
To hang on

Well, everybody hurts
Sometimes, everybody cries
And everybody hurts
Sometimes

And everybody hurts
Sometimes

So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
(Everybody hurts
You are not alone)